Emma Signed Over Her Kitchen Island to Keep Toby Safe in Massachusetts

zipping down the long driveway, turning it in tight, perfect circles near the mailbox before bringing it back at full speed. The car stopped exactly three inches from his leather boots.

“See?” Daniel said, handing the controller back to Toby. “It is all about touch. Try it again.”

Toby took the controller, but he did not press the trigger. He just held continue reading …